POETRY.

THE RECENT HONOURS LIST.

(Lines addressed to lay Friend Ma. JAMES SQUIRE, on hearing that it was his intention to abandon the practice of Satire.)

0, tat nut thou the Satiric Sword aside!

Nay, rather keep it sharp and wield it wide.

Are there no Wrongs to right, no Fools tb flout, No Knaves to cudgel, no false Fires to "dust "to Have we not statesmen worth the Scourge of Scorn, Men rancorous and rancid, men ill-born, Ill-nurtured and ill-natured, ill at ease, Cringing and canting, the World's stalest lees?

Poor age of Innocents beguiled by Rooks, Fond age of Heroes ruled by Cowards and Crooks!

Mark in Ambition's Ladder how the Rungs Are now long Purses and deceiving Tongues.

'Tis base to bow before the Tyrants' Swords, But how much baser to make Kings and Lords Of things all Words and Wiles and crafty Arts, With sugared Phrases to entice Men's Hearts!

0, better far to perish by quick Steel, Than in the Nets enmeshed to blindly reel.t men once more lend your Lyre and strike the Note Shall seize each silken Anarch by the throat.

Make Englishmen no longer walk bemused.

Let none henceforward hold himself excused By others' Apathy. Then each and all, Roused by your Songs, shall answer to the Call.

I see them rise to crush the servile Band That wilts beneath the Whirlwind of your Hand.

—The righteous Tempest strikes the dishonoured Head, And Shame and Falsehood from the Land are fled.

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Be thou our England's Poet and her Knight,

I, now thy Squire, will arm thee for the Fight.

Ratans.